Not really what it says on the tin. It's just that Andreth never quite seems to agree with Finrod, much as I may like him, and I can't seem to let that go. Aegnor, of course, is never heard from at all. My athrabeth-based scribbles more or less belong to the same mood, though it has not been that consistent. 

The humans have their own story of how they met the Faërie King, what they gained and one they lost.

The story of Finrod and Balan later named Bëor, as told by an old woman in a mountain cabin.

Eternity takes a long time.

('However long the History of the Elves might become before it ended, it would be an object of too limited range. To be perpetually 'imprisoned in a tale' (as they said), even if it was a very great tale ending triumphantly, would become a torment.')

A series for those of you who have always wondered how a people known to argue about things like TH vs. S pronounciation came to be known for gems like “Go not to the elves for counsel, for they will say both yes and no".

Basically, this is a saga about officious Noldorin lords, their meddling in human affairs and its unexpected results...

He is walking through a garden. He is walking right over someone's carefully tended crops and carrots.

Maglor, the politics of war, farming, hunger and adoption. 

Some bridges can only be crossed by starlight.

She will always have to run to keep up with his strolling.

And in the twilight a great weariness came upon mariners and a loathing of the sea.

Some will sleep until the very end of the world. Not every Valinorean explorer returns.

Your brother would have me believe it was your noble spirit that made you turn away from me. Yet I would not be so easily convinced, talk of the One be damned.

Andreth speaks her mind. About Finrod, about words. About Aegnor, about fear. 

Song against ink, voice against fire.